#SET UP FOR SOME OF THE BOYS QURIKS

[lieutenantbiscute]

Shell Shocked AU

Chpt. 1

‘Open home, Open Hearth’

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Honestly Raph didn’t know how he ended up with four turtles tucked in his black duffel bag.

Four small, innocent, far-too-young mutated turtle babies. And yet here he was, a pep in his step as he got off his stealth bike and took off his helmet. Gloved hands wet from the rain he had to drive through after popping out of a random portal post mystic-alchemist-laboratory-explosion. He was scratched up and a bit singed but not worse for wear; shaking his jacket a bit for the same reason as he took it off.

He quickly turned back to the bag now seated in the abandoned drivers seat. Opening it he was greeted with eight pairs of eyes staring back at him for a still moment. The snapper of this little quartet opening his jaw menacingly and puffing hisses at him, trying to be as big and deadly as possible for only being no more than a foot or so in probably height.

Raph chuckled, seeing the Slider pop out behind said Snapper. The larger tots attempts to play ‘Big Bad Guy’ failing as he gets shoved to the side by the Box turtle that wanted to join his Slider brother. The Soft shell sticking to the back away from his brothers, curled in and acting as small as possible.

‘Fast kid—‘ Raph thinks as he moves to quickly catch the Slider who seemed to try and jump from the bag.

“Ok ok, time to get you guys inside.” He moved to pull the duffle strap over his head. Trying to not jostle the tots too much as he made his way into the lair. Mona was usually asleep by the time he gets back from his evening patrols.

Same for Leo and maybe Donnie if he was able to get away from his workshop. Mikey usually was the only one to greet him on the way in.

But looks like tonight would be different!

He took note of a paused game on the tv, controller placed on a messy array of blankets and pillows. Yup, Mikey was definitely still awake.

‘He won’t fuss if I take a few blankets though!’ Raph joked in his head as he took a few and placed them on the ground. Arranging pillows to form a loose circle and gently placed the duffle in the middle. Kneeling down and opening the already unzipped bag further, he leaned back a bit to let the four tots take a peak at their surroundings.

“Don’t worry guys your safe. Just gotta get something from the kitchen real quick.” Slowly reaching a hand out, palm up. The Box turtle and Slider quickly pushed towards to try and climb and muzzle their way into his palm. Raph couldn’t sit here and lie, the kids were melting his heart as he gently rubbed the smaller ones cheek.

“I’ll be right back, promise.” Quickly getting up and jogging to the kitchen he took note of the noise coming from it and the smell of coffee.

‘Great, Donnie’s awake. I won’t hear the end of it from him.’ Stepping into the kitchen as casually as possible to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, he heard an intake of breath behind him.

“Geez Raph what the shell happens to you?” Donnie asked. Right, he hadn’t cleaned up the cuts he’d gotten from getting thrown through concrete and glass. He turned and smiled as confidently as possible.

“You should see the other guy! I’m fine Donnie, just a few scrapes here and there!”

“Hey man as long as you’re still standing I count that as a win!” Mikey piped up. He was in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants and had a sandwich prepped on the counter. Compared to Donnie’s nightgown and coffee, he was the picture perfect definition of ‘slacker’.

“See? Mikey trusts me on this, why not you Donnie?” He chided playfully, slowly inching his way out of the kitchen again as he uncapped a cold water-bottle. Thanking his purple brother secretly for putting the case of it in there in the first place. Donnie sighed as he pitched his brow, nose tape in the way as Mikey patted his shoulder, sandwich done as he followed Raph out.

“Please Raph I know that look on your face; you didn’t bring home another stray right?” He stressed, following the two. Raph shrugging his shoulders; not exactly an answer.

“Sooo what did ya’ bring back??” Mikey questioned further just as the three of them stepped out into the living room. Mikey stopping dead in his track and Donnie whined next to him, Raph could practically feel his younger brothers awe and annoyance as they drank in the image of Raphael walking towards four young mutated baby turtles in his duffle bag.

And watched him sit near them, legs bracketing them on two sides.

“Please tell me those aren’t four mutated baby turtles??” Donnie stressed. Mikey practically bouncing on his feet as he moved to quickly set his sandwich down on the steps before following Raph.

“Those are definitely four mutated baby turtles!! Hey littles mans!!” Mikey greeted warmly kneeling next to Raph’s left leg. The tots had sprawled a bit, save for the Softshell and Snapper, who still had his jaws opening and puffing hisses his way.

“Damn he’s got an attitude!” Mikey jokes as he looked behind him to where Donnie had joined in. He had his face resting in a hand, his arm crossed as he wore a worrier expression. Raph sighed, waving a hand Donnie way,

“Relax, I got it handled.”

“Relax? Handled?? Raph you’ve got four mutated baby turtles sitting here in the middle of the lair! And what do you mean by handled anyways?!” Donnie countered, arms outwardly expressing his inner whirlwind of emotions.

He really hasn’t gotten much sleep yet.

For beat there was silence before Mikey suddenly had a lightbulb go off. Looking up from where he had been toying with the Slider he wore a wide eyed expression that quickly grew into a smile,

“You’re keeping them!” He exclaimed, Raph moving quickly to cover his mouth as Donnie was now squatting behind his brothers; Coffee having been placed my the sandwich. Worry lines growing deeper as he sat his coffee down. “You can seriously be considering adoptions these guys Raph?? Where will they stay? What’ll Leo say?!” He fretted.

“Look I’ll handle Leo when he’s up, right now can I just chill out for five minutes? Hello?? Kinda battered and bruised here.”

“And charred man, you got ash on ya.” Mikey moving to lick his thumb and clean Raph’s cheek as the elder pulled away. Always the one to start something; Mikey. Keeping his brother at bay with a hand to his face Raph looked down to the turtles that were staring upwards at he and his siblings. The Slider had moved further out of the bag, Box turtle not so far behind while the Snapper seemed to be inching his way towards the bags edge as well, hissing having stopped.

The Softshell still hasn’t uncurled from where he was hidden. That caused Raph to worry a bit. Maybe he way just tired??

‘Maybe he inhaled smoke??’ Raph worried as he felt his arm give way when Mikey pulled back. Donnie sighed as he inches closer, eyeing the little turtles as three seemed to begin exploring somewhat. His eyes landing on the Softshell’s curled form.

“He hasn’t moved a lot.”

“Yeah I was thinking the same thing.”

“Maybe he’s just cold?” Mikey piped in. He wasn’t wrong, there was a reason why he had brought out a crap ton of blankets and pillows to the couch for the night. Raph shrugged, “maybe?”

With a gentle hand he reached out to it. Avoiding the Snapper and his wide jaws again easily as he gently scooped up the Soft shell. He was cold to the touch for a moment before it seemed to curl even tighter into itself “definitely still alive!” Mikey commented.

“Yeah but cold as shit man, pass me a pillow and another blanket Donnie?” Despite his reservations Donnie complied. Raph resting the pillow between his legs as he now crossed them, passing the Soft Shell on top of it after wrapping him gently in the warm cloth. Still no major movement.

“Try rubbing his back? Usually helps with Leo.” Mikey commented, keeping a hand out to block the Slider from wandering further. Raph, timidly at first, moved to rub the little turtles back. Growing more confident as he continued before-

A squeak. Some face rubbing and finally a small face looking up his way. His face markings gave away the expression of being upset about being awoken. A beat of silence was shared between Raph and his brothers and the little tot before the Snapper seemed to appear at the pillows edge. Making his way up into the center of it, turning upwards at Raph before he hissed again and curled near his smaller sibling. Wiggling in as close as possible despite the others protesting squeaks.

“Ok so he’s a dude with a ‘tude was just tired huh?” Mikey quipped. Donnie hummed in acknowledgment as Raph sighed, turning his attention to where the other two turtle tots should be. Well, were.

“Mikey where are the other kids?” Raph asked quickly before he heard a plate clatter behind the three of them. Turning quickly to see that the Slider and Box turtles had gotten to Mikey’s sandwich, Donnie got up and quickly nabbed his coffee before it could be spilt. “Aww man what?? Come on little dudes not cool.”

Mikey made his way over the clean up as Raph gently set the pillow down on the floor, grabbing the blanket already there and curling it around said pillow to keep it in place. Looking back he could make out the Slider chewing through the cold meat of Mikey’s sandwich and the Box eating the lettuce that was in it as well. Raph made his way over and gentry picked up the two of them; too preoccupied to care about the change in height.

He brought them both back to their siblings, moving the blanket here and there to give them space to eat and shortly after curl up and sleep. Donnie took a sip of his now luke warm coffee before he spoke “So, what are you gonna tell Mona?”

That question hadn’t crossed his mind- well it had but now that he was sitting here with four young lives in his hands, he felt frozen.

“She has to know man—“

“She will. We. We have been thinking about kids recently ya know?” Raph turned to look back at his brothers. Both wearing mildly shocked expressions and sharing a look with one another. The tone suddenly serious for the night.

“Hey look it, if you’re fine with it and it’s something you’ve been gunning for then go for it.” Mikey reassured. Picking up what was left of his sandwich and placing it back on the plate before heading back to his older, red toned brother. Donnie sighed as he joined him too. All three sitting as they watched the little quartet of turtles sleep their worries away.

“How long ago did Mona turn in?”

“Honestly? I’d say an hour or three now Raph.” Donnie commented.

“We can keep an eye on the guys if you wanna wake her? She’s gotta know-“

“I know that Mikey. And I am. Just wanted to be sure.” Raph replied getting up and dusting off his knees. ‘Just gotta wake her first.’

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Raph got up to head to their shared room, turning around quickly though as Mikey and Donnie have a nod and thumbs up as to watching the kids. Quickly making his way down the hall he came to a stop at his and Mona’s shared room for the time being. Quietly he slide the door open, catching the attention of Chompy as he got up and stretched from where he was sleeping on the rug by the bed.

“Hey buddy, don’t be too loud ok? I missed you too.” Raph smiled as the alien turtle trotted up to him, tail wagging and tongue licking his face in excitement. He had grown to around the height of Raph’s knee as the years went on. Raph crouching down to give him chin scratched and head pats as he stole a glance at the bed.

Mona laid there in a sleep tank and loose slacks. Sleeping and buried under a thick comforter pulled over her shoulder and to her chin. It was a sight he could never get enough of no matter how often he got the chance to see it. Getting up and walking past Chompy he slowly sat at the beds edge. Trying his best to not disturb his wife.

Huh, he still wasn’t over that. Not when his heart still skipped a beat even after all these years of being together. He watched her for a moment before reaching out a gentle hand to caress her cheek softly.

Green against blue he inched his face closer, a soft kissed placed in her forehead. “Mona? Y’gythba, babe, hey.”

Raph softly spoke resting his face there for a moment before Mona stirred. Slowly opening a yellow eye as she focused on her scuffed and singed husband. A hum left her as she pulled her head further out from beneath the cover’s.

“Hello.”

“Hey, you with me yet?”

Raph ask as he rested on top of Mona, an arm snaking around him. The tiredness suddenly hit him as he listened to her heartbeat, all the fighting an fretting was suddenly an afterthought as he sought to bury himself in the comforter. Adrenaline leaving him. A finger tapped his shell flatly, “what was it you want now?”

“Hm? Oh, right.” Getting up, despite his bodies protests, he sighed. Now fighting to keep his eyes awake he stretched his arms over his head. Turning to Mona,

“Remember how we’ve been talking about kids recently?” Nice, straight to the point- great job Raph. Mona seemed to be pulled into focus as she looked at him, a hand now resting against her forehead as she had turned to lay on her back.

“Yes, Raph what does that have to—“

“And how I’ve recently been on Draxum’s trail?” Raph pressed further. Mona now was starting to sit up, her face screwed in sleepy confusion.

“Yes. I know about it, but what does this have to do with children Raphael?” She questioned as Raph got up, holding a hand out. Chompy quickly coming to stand by his side from where he had been laying in wait on the floor. “Do you trust me?”

A small tired smile rose to Mona’s face as she took his hand and got up. Towering over him even after all these years. She could still pick him up without a sweat, though now he could do the same to her in return. Raph tilted his head up as Mona rested her nose against his, a sleepy laugh leaving her as Raph quickly stole a kiss from her. Leading her out of the room- only stopping to have her grab a blanket at the end of the bed to wrap herself in and letting Chompy leave the room first.

Making their way towards the lairs main room. It was like no time had pass, his brothers were still on the floor and the kids still asleep. Though only difference now being Mikey now holding the cup of coffee at his side while Donnie seemed to be slouching. Sleep clawing at his form.

‘Big ups to Mikey stealing the coffee.’ Raph remarked. Chompy quickly made his way over to them both, Mikey looking back just in time to slow the alien turtles charge.

“Whoa! Hold it big guy! Very delicate and squishy guys sleeping here!” He laughed as Donnie was started to a more awake state. He turned in a sloppy motion; dazed look on his face and waved at his brother and sister-in-law. “Hey Mona, surprised he got you up.”

“Hello Donnie, why are you still awake?” Mona questioned. She stood a bit worried about the purple turtle as he waved a hand, Mikey turning Chompy Donnie’s way to have the fire breather lick him awake. “Yeah man why you up so late!” He joked as Donnie sputtered at Chompy’s incessant licking and tail wagging.

“I could ask the same of you Michelangelo.” Mona stated plainly, smirking at Mikey as he rubbed the back of his head. A squeak soon came from the pillow between Mikey’s crossed legs. Chompy immediately stopped his assault on Donnie as he turned his attention towards the noise. The Slider was awake and eager to begin his exploring again, quickly making his way down from the pillow as Donnie attempted to hold Chompy back; Mikey quickly picking up the Slider.

“Is that-?”

“Surprise?” Raph awkwardly shrugged, Mona looking back at him in shock before letting go of his hand and quickly making her way down towards the Slider and his siblings. His squeaking quickly lead the others to waking, and now it was a jumble of various squeaks and chirps.

And of course the hissing. Can’t forget about the Snappers hissing. Mona chuckled as Mikey offered her the Slider to hold, who was struggling to sit up as he was laying on his plastron only in Mikey’s hand. He chirped as Mona took him gently, eyes wide and head tilting as she brought him close to her face.

“Hello there.” She quietly greeted. The Slider answering a loud and cheerful squeak, tail wagging as she lowered him and held him close to her body. Raph soon sat beside her and wrapped the blanket more firmly around her shoulders. Mona turned to look at him and shared a warm smile with him.

“They’re so small, he barely fits my hand.” She whispered. Both her and Raph looking down as the Slider squirmed to look at where his siblings were. Box turtle and Snapper were up and on the move their way, Mikey staying still as the crawled over. One hand attempting to keep Chompy from getting too close. “Easy man, they’re too small for you to be roughhousing with ‘em.”

Raph and Mona laughed softly as the Box turtle made his way towards the Slider, Mona quickly picking him up and having him nestle next to his sibling. The Snapper stopped short looking up to stare at Mona, hand resting on her before he climbed over her legs. For once he had his mouth shut— and he’s back to hissing again. Mona raised a brow and chuckled, Raph sharing in it as well as Mona brought a slow and cautious clawed finger to his chin.

Gently rubbing it as he closed his mouth, it seemed as though the little fighter was attempting to stay awake. He was failing though as his body seeming to go lax, eyes closing as a tiny rumble came from him. As soon as Mona pulled her clawed finger away from his chin he seemed to wake up suddenly and pull back, hissing again. “You’re just tired aren’t you?”

The snapper sat back, staring up Mona and Raph. He closed his mouth and slowly, sleepily and grumbling small little noises, made his way to his brothers pile in Mona’s arms.

“Three down, one left.” Raph commented as he looked up to the pillow between Mikey’s legs. Before long a squeak came from the Softshell, the last one of the bunch poking his head out from between the blankets. A disgruntled look sat on his tiny face as the Box turtle gave an answering squeak from where he was buried under the sleeping Snapper and wriggling Slider. He shuffled and uncurled himself from the blanket, huffing as he fell on his butt on the cold concrete and made his way over. Mona, pulling a hand from where it was sat under her own blanket helped him up and over to his siblings. A perfect set. She rested her hand on his back, a soft ‘churr’ coming from him as Raph leant his head on her shoulder, looking over into her lap. A perfect little family.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think. We should find a place for these four to sleep for the night.” She answered softly, the little tots finally settling in and sleeping. Before anyone could comment a light snore was heard. Mikey, Mona, and Raph turned to where Donnie was now laying on the floor, one arm flat and the other resting where Chompy’s head was laying in his chest; asleep as well. Mikey wore a smug look, “Knew taking that coffee away would work. He hasn’t slept in like, two days.”

“Good. Mikey that means you’re taking him to his room.” Raph stated as he helped Mona up. Being careful of the precious cargo she held and picked up her dropped blanket as Mikey started protesting.

“Man! Why me?” He whined.

“Because you like to brag about being the muscle now, time to prove it man!” Raph joked as he followed Mona out. Chompy, now awake hearing his owners leave scampered off after them. Leaving Mikey to huff as he easily slung his brother over his shoulder and followed his family out. It took the two a moment, finding a box big enough to hold four turtles that took up a decent amount of arm space, even then they couldn’t find one suitable enough.

“We could just have them sleep with us for the night, until we find something for them tomorrow?” Mona suggested.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just one night, and it’s late. And you need to clean up.” She stated. Putting a knee to the bed as she gently let the boys fall into the sheets. The Slider quickly letting himself sprawl out, followed by the Softshell making moves to bury himself in the sheets to find warmth. Mona smiled at the sight, turning to look at Raph as he seemed lost for words. He caught her gaze and shared her smile

“We’ll be here waiting, ok?” Mona reassured.

Later that night after he was showered and bandaged and in sleep pant Raph came back to the sight of Mona and, his now hopeful, sons sleeping peacefully in bed. Slowly, making his way past a sleeping Chompy, he carefully made his way in bed. Laying on his front he turned his face to look at Mona and the little tots. All of them sleeping soundly here, safe and warm. With one arm tucked under his pillow he gently brought a hand out to the closest tot, gently bringing a finger to rest against the Sliders shell.

This right here, this felt like the final piece to something Raphael hadn’t dreamed of having before. A family all his own.

Yes tomorrow he’ll have to explain to Leo why he went out for a ‘patrol’ and came back with four new family members but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was Mona, the kids, himself, and the shared space they held in their little corner of the universe. He’d grip this tightly and never let it go.

Softly the Slider turner Raph’s way and seemed to nuzzled closer to his finger.

Yeah, he wasn’t gonna let this go. Not for a long, long time.

—-

[sand-minion]

Had big dabihawks feels last night, I think it works with or without quirks but I like it with quirks.

Dabi, or Touya I suppose, being a prince that is sheltered due to his weak constitution. His body being weak to his quirk means that he cannot control his qurik, especially if he gets overwhelmed or emotional, and ends up hurting himself. This also means his body is usually in a weakend state so he gets sick easy. Becasue of this he ends up kinda like rapunzel, gets locked up for his own protection. He cannot go anywhere with crowds, anywhere he can get hurt or sick, or experience anything, or any emotion that he could possibly lead to him accidently hurting himself. Only allowed to go to specific parts of the castle or grounds that family and an inner circle of staff are allowed, to reduce contact with contagions and emotions that may set off his quirk.

So the prince takes to watching castle staff, villagers, guards/soldiers train, and festivals from afar for any entertainment. He especially likes watching from high windows, the higher the better really. The crown (Enji) approves of him being further away from everyone the better, and eventually just moves his room to the highest room in the tallest tower. Not allowing anyone to see the prince unless they are in perfect health. This also makes it harder for Touya to leave his chambers because he gets fatigued easy.

The crown tries really hard to protect him and keep his weakness a secret, can't show weakness to the enemy ya' know. The prince is even kept a secret from the majority of people in their own kingdom, the villagers kinda remember that the king had a first born son that may or may not have been sick, but not really, and they haven't heard about him in so long so they assume he died young, and the loss of the prince was too much for the royal family, so no one dares mention it. Some people claim that they have caught glimpses of a pale white haired boy in high windows of the castle. Villagers of course are superstitious and start telling tales of the ghost of the prince.

Keigo grew up pretty much how he did in canon, abusive criminal father, neglectful mother. He was alone most of the time and fending for himself, his father only paying attention to him when he needed Keigo's help to pull off a heist. But Keigo messed up a job and his father got caught by guards and arrested. A knight vouched for him since he was a little kid and Keigo was put into what was basically an orphanage. With the help of the knight that vouched for him, he decided that he would put his family history behind him, change his name and become a knight like his savior.

So Hawks trains with the other knights and Touya likes watching the knights train. He low-key wishing a hot guy would be his knight is shining armor and take him away from his lock up. Most of Dabi's daydreams are basically flying away from the castle and wanting to be free. So Dabi gets attached to Hawks because he can fly, which that makes him jelous, and Hawks is a hot knight, so he fulfills both fantasies.

Hawks had caught glimpses of the "ghost prince" in the high windows of the tower twice when he was young and a few times as an adult when he was tired after training. He kinda always thought he was hallucinating. Curiosity getting the better of him he flies up to the window at night when no one would notice, seeing the very alive prince asleep in bed, with bandages around parts of his body.

Hawks realizes there is someone who is probably as lonely as he was growing up. Starts leaving little gifts on the window ledge, shiny rocks, flowers, sticks, toys, basically whatever he found interesting at the time and wanted to share. Eventually, he leaves a note with one of his feathers. They become penpals, start to talk secretly, become friends, and eventually lovers. Hawks always sneaking in through his window.

Or (similar scenario, possibly a continuation)

Hawks is a knight and gets chosen to become a guard for the royal family after assassination attempts to overthrow the throne. I feel like Enji would find value in Hawks' skill but also him being weak to fire. That way if Hawks was a traitor they could take him down easily, but he can defend the family from outside attack. Hawks able to get close to Touya and occasionally needing to help the prince back to his chambers when he gets too fatigued.

Idk. The idea popped into my head, something like this has probably already been done, but it gave me feels.

[lemonbeemon]

Dr Stone Quirk Headcanons: Manga Spoilers!

A bullet list of what I imagine the Dr Stone casts mha quirks would be and how they'd live in a Quirk Society. These are free to use and I'd love to read any published works that use them!

Senku:

This is a Quirk list but everyone's favorite leek boy is definitely Quirkless

Got into the UA support course on recommendations from American idol Lillian Wienberg and part-time Hero Xeno Wingfield

It's likely only school staff are aware of his Quirkless-ness(?). Though some childhood friends probably know.

Thoroughly disappointed with the public's disinterest in space exploration, and still wants to be an astronaut someday.

Geeks out over the functionality of quirks, doesn't care how flashy a quirk is it just has to be functional

Taiju:

Quirk Name: "Powerhouse"

Composite type quirk

His quirk allows both his strength and stamina to increase when his heart rate is raised

Especially resistant to suprise attacks and deadly villains

In the hero course, wants to save everyone because his own parents died when he was young

His laid back personality and daily meditations keep his risk of heart failure low!

Yuzuriha:

Quirk Name: "Reassemble"

Emitter type Quirk

She can revert any nonliving object to its original components or repair broken objects

Her Quirk is versatile but limited, she can't bring back the dead or reduce people to micro organisms

Her Quirk can get in the way if it activates while she's crafting and set her back on a project

In the hero course but helps draft up ideas fo the support course when asked

Plans to run her own hero agency to fund a designer clothes line

Only interested in everyday wear, hence why she's not in the support course

Tsukasa:

Quirk Name: "Lion's Call"

Composite type Quirk

The activation of his Quirk temporarily increases his physical and mental prowess, combined with his inherent physical ability this makes him the ultimate warrior!

After joining the hero course he's determined to make a name for himself and (more importantly) make money

Chrome:

Quirk Name: "Detect"

Emitter type Quirk

He can detect and identify any mineral in a 200 meter range

His parents run a successful mining company and are supporting his chosen career path

In the support course with Senku, they met while sharing the lab after hours

The literal cliche of getting ramen after school

Asagiri Gen:

Yes I did just full name this man

Quirk Name: "Sleight of Hand"

Emitter type Quirk

He can convince anyone to obey simple commands or trust him by emitting a sweet smelling odor from his palms

Got into the UA hero course on recommendations but enjoys spending time in the support course labs

Everything he touches smells vaguely sweet, which can make sneaking around difficult

Ukyo:

Hero Name: "ソナー" or "Sonar" to his American fans

Quirk Name: "Sonar Hearing"

Hetromorphic type Quirk

A young hero known for his rational decision making and for how quickly he gained fame after his debut

Specializes in rescue, though he's no stranger to working alongside more seasoned heroes in battle when needed

Uses his Qurik to detect oncoming disasters and locate civilians/criminals

Uses a support item in the shape of a bow, along with many trick arrows (Green Arrow style)

His biggest expense is buying new hats, loses them constantly in the line of duty

Hyoga:

Qurik Name: "Vertigo"

Hetromorphic type Quirk

He activates his quirk by making and maintaining eye contact with his opponent

When combined with his favored support item, a kudayari, his quirk can be deadly

One of the hero courses top academic students

Refuses to be seen without his favourite black face mask, likely has scarring from a villain (or heroes) Quirk

This boy scream UA traitor, which could be fun

Homura:

Quirk Name: "Contortion"

Composite/Hetromorphic type Quirk

She can bend her body into any shape and fit into very small spaces

A soft spot for sweets, probably participates in White Day (Japanese Valentine's basically)

More comfortable and skilled with her Quirk than most in the hero course, her studies are lacking however

Very reserved and hopes to become Hyoga's sidekick one day

Kohaku:

I struggled with this one but just couldn't stand to leave her out

Quirk Name: "Dual Blades"

Composite type Quirk

She can unsheath short blades from her forearms

Her fighting style is unstructured and relentless, but will become refined over the course of her training

When she was born her parents assumed enhanced eyesight was her Quirk, until she nearly decapitated her father after manifesting her Quirk at age 4

A foreign exchange student from America, looks suspiciously like a certain Idol (I love the whole aunt/niece thing in modern aus okay)

Hopes to fund her sisters medical bills through working as a hero

Dr Xeno:

Quirk Name: "Laceration"

Hetromorphic type Quirk

He has long claws made out of a flexible, unknown alloy

Attended an American hero academy with his childhood friend Stanley

Has an utter lack of interest for heroics, only works as a hero if the situation is dire (Think Metal Knight from One Punch)

Struggles with hand cramps due to how heavy his claw like nails are

His Quirk gets in the way of typing and writing, so he records alot of his ideas for prosperity (Cue the villainous monologue)

Stanley Snyder:

Quirk Name: "Cheap Shot"

Emitter type Quirk

He can lock onto any target within his line of sight and fire a guaranteed shot, at the cost of violent recoil

His Quirk is often a once per day thing as overuse harms his shoulder and accompanying tendons

Attended an American hero academy with Xeno, but went into the military after graduating

Whyman:

I'm serious if you're an anime only stop reading now

Quirk Name: "Petrification"

Y'all I really don't think I need to elaborate, think of him as a One for All type villain (but cooler because he's sticking to a single theme, more isn't always better)

[amethystunarmed]

Will Set You Free

Relationships: Dabi/Hawks

Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Referenced Child Abuse

Word Count:  3604

Part of the Truth Series Part 1 Part 3

AO3 Link

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Dabi takes Hawks to the League. But will he be allowed to stay?

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Hawks had been to the Paranormal Liberation Front’s headquarters numerous times at this point. He’d helped Toga decide between fabrics for the curtains for her room, discussed furniture layouts in the common room with Mr. Compress, had witnessed Twice wake Dabi from a nap and cause him to melt a handprint into the couch. Once, when Dabi had called him in at some god-awful hour in the morning, Hawks had nearly tripped over Spinner crouched on the floor playing Grand Theft Auto. He knew that the League lived here, had made this place their home.

Still, the normalcy of it still surprises him. Everytime he opens the door, he expects the couches and cushions to have been replaced by torture devices and chandeliers of bones. He always expects their villain lair to look, well, villainous. And every time, he is wrong.

Toga and Twice are relaxing together on the couches when they entered, Twice with his head in Toga’s lap. He’s masked, and just listening calmly as she babbles to him about some beautiful girl she saw on the subway. It’s a wholesome and domestic sight, one that still makes Hawks feel like his world is tilting out of control. The two look up when the door opens, and Toga’s face lights up. She squeals at a high enough pitch to make Hawks’s ears ring, and shoves Twice off her lap. He yelps, and falls onto the floor, and just lies there, face-down. From the ground he yells, “I’m okay! That hurt like a bitch!” Toga doesn’t seem to notice his complaints or Hawks himself. She only has eyes for Dabi.

“Do you have my donuts?” Toga says, bouncing on her toes. She is gripping onto Dabi’s coat, making herself tall enough to flash her fangs in his face. There is a knife in her hand, nearly brushing Dabi’s cheek. Dabi rolls his eyes, totally unaffected by the many dangerous weapons near his jugular. He ruffles her hair and shoves her off, with just enough force to get his personal space back.

“Not today brat,” he snaps without heat, “Had other things to focus on.” He jabs a thumb in Hawks’s direction.

“Donuts?” Hawks asks. He is struck with a sudden image of Dabi walking into a League meeting with a Mister Donut box, and he thinks the mere concept will cause his brain to bluescreen.

“Pig’s blood donuts!” Toga cheers, as though this is supposed to make Hawks less confused. “Dabi always gets them for me on his way home from visiting you!” In the back of his head, Hawks remembers a news story about protests outside a alternative Qurik lifestyle bakery near his apartment. Hawks wonders if that’s the same place Dabi goes to.

“Psh, only because it shuts you up for half an hour,” Dabi says, and though Toga squawks with indignance, a faint smile never leaves Dabi’s face. Hawks remembers Dabi’s comment earlier about his family and it’s like a picture frame defogs.

“Oh, you take care of her because she reminds you of your siblings,” Hawks notes, and immediately covers his face with his hands, “Oh fuck.”

Toga gasps with joy and Dabi groans.

“Birdie, I’m gonna have to duct tape your mouth shut.”

“Please do.” This is humiliating, Hawks thought, and suddenly his hands were being ripped away from his face. Toga is bouncing in front of him now, million watt grin now aimed at him.

“Dabi told you about his family?” Toga screeches, and before the “yes” can be pulled out from him, Toga is already barreling to the next point. “He never talks about his past, says it doesn’t matter. I think he just wants to keep his bad boy image, but of course he’d tell you!”

“Toga!” Dabi yells, but Hawks can barely process him, because Toga just keeps talking and she’s right in his face and his head is spinning.

“I can’t believe I never thought of it!” Hawks tries to lean away from her, but Toga just tugs him back into place. “It should have been obvious! You have to–” Toga’s eyes dial in on him, and everything about her lessens. Her heels fall flat on the floor, the corners of her smile fall from cheekbones. Even her blinking, which had been fluttering fast in her excitement, becomes practically nonexistent as she drinks in Hawks’s face. Her free hand (the one not accidentally holding a knife to his throat) reaches forward and brushes the skin under his eye. He hisses at the unexpected pain. They were still tender from crying...

Oh no.

Toga’s head whipped toward Dabi, uncharacteristic malice on her face.

“What did you do!”

“What the hell, why do you think I did something?” Dabi sputtered.

“He was crying!” Toga waves her arms in protest and Hawks has to duck under her knife. “Of course it’s your fault!”

“Toga has a point. Make him cry more!” Twice adds. He still is on the ground, for reasons Hawks will probably never comprehend. At least he’s sitting up now.

Toga turns back to Hawks, all the rage gone from her face. She pets his hair and he warbles happily. Hawks’s head has always been a weak spot for him. He used to beg his handlers to preen his hair, to the point that they banned touching his hair at all in an attempt to break him from the habit. He learned later that hawks preen each other’s heads as a sign of community and acceptance, since they can’t reach the spot themselves. A conditioned part of him still feels shame at the way he melts to the touch, but the bird in him can’t help but be excited by the accepting gesture from his flockmate.

“What did the mean man do to you?” Toga coos. Hawks’s answer is more of a half-slurred hum.

“He asked questions and I answered them.”

“Dabi, what–”

“Look, I promise I’ll explain everything,” Dabi interjects, “But first I need to talk to Shigaraki, do you know where he is?”

Toga opens her mouth to answer but a voice from the hallway beats her to it.

“Trying to ignore all the yelling.”

And there, standing with his arms crossed and a petulant frown on his face, was the man Hawks was sent by the commission to find.

Shigaraki Tomura.

If all I needed to do to meet him was cry, the Commission should have just sent me after one of my debriefs, Hawks thinks hysterically.

Shigaraki looks Hawks up and down, and huffs.

“This the recruit you’ve been spending so much time with?” Shigaraki says, “And here I thought you’d finally recruited a party member worth playing.”

“He’s joining.” There’s no room for argument in Dabi’s voice. Shigaraki raises an eyebrow.

“Really. You think the number two hero should join the inner circle of the League of Villains?” He chuckles. “I knew you were ugly, but I at least thought you were smart.”

“He’s one of us, Shigaraki,” Dabi spits, and Hawks can see a mirage of heated air around his hands. It’s not the first time he’s seen it happen. Hawks wonders if Dabi realized how much of his anger manifests in his quirk. “Hero society chewed him up and spit him out, just like you and Toga and Twice and every other league member. He has a right to be here.”

Shigaraki cackles and the sound makes Hawks wince. It isn’t that the laugh is unhinged and terrifying (though it very much is), it’s that... Well, it isn’t like his handlers haven’t laughed at his complaints before this. He should be used to it by now.

“Really? You expect me to believe the Hero Commission's prized protagonist has a tragic backstory?” Shigaraki snorts, “What’s the worst thing that could have happened to him?”

It isn’t a question directed at Hawks, but it is still one he can answer. And apparently, that is all the quirk needs.

“When I was eight, they started giving me training to resist torture.” Hawks doesn’t want to talk about this. He has never talked to anyone about it and never intended to before today. But Hawks is tired, too tired to try and hold back the information he knows will be dragged out of him anyways. So he lets the words drop from his mouth like stones. “They still needed me to be physically able to training so the Commission brought in someone who was able to activate pain receptors through touch. Felt like the initial moment of being stabbed, endlessly. He would work with me for hours, quirk constantly activated, no matter how much I screamed and cried. By the time I was ten, I was able to sit for an hour under his quirk without flinching.”

Hawks sighs, and his wings droop. He can feel his primaries brushing against the floor.

The room has gotten very quiet. Hawks has somehow managed to horrify a room full of villains into silence. Robbers, murderers, criminal masterminds, serial killers, all of them stare at him without saying a word. Twice sniffles, and Hawks can see dark lines beginning to track down the cheeks of his mask.

Toga is the one to break the silence.

“Do you need me to kill that guy for you?” She asks, and Hawks is pretty sure she isn’t kidding. She twirls a knife blade through her fingers. “‘Cuz he sounds like a jerk, and I will totally kill that guy for you.”

“No, I don’t need you to kill him. I’m just... I’m just gonna sit down.” Hawks moves toward the couch, but Dabi catches his wrist.

“Hawks?” He asks, and Hawks smiles at all the gentle questions behind it. He’s such a fucking softie.

“I’m o–” The lie stops on his tongue, so he amends himself, “I’ll be alright. Just gonna sit.” Dabi nods but Hawks feels eyes boring into him until he’s safely seated. Then, all the rage and intensity of that stare turns to Shigaraki.

“What the hell just happened!” Shigaraki screeches.

“He was hit by a truth quirk, asshole.” Dabi snaps.

“Do you have any proof of that?”

“I think it’s pretty fucking obvious.”

“Oh, because your judgement isn’t clouded?” Shigaraki argues, “He could just be trying to garner sympathy. It’s an easily set trap.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “Fine.” Dabi turns to Hawks, seeming to already be regretting this course of action. “Hawks, what do you think of Shigaraki?”

“Well, thought he’d more intimidating to be honest,” Hawks admits, then quickly scrambles to right himself, “Not that you aren’t intimidating, because you are, I’m just much more attracted to you than I thought I’d be, I’m a slut for messy hair. I mean, you’d think the scars and chapped lips would be a turn off, but they actually really do it for me. Maybe I just have a thing of guys who can absolutely obliterate me, given how I feel about Dabi and oh my god Toga please just stab me, I’m begging you.” Toga just pats his head, because apparently he’s too pathetic for even her to kill.

Shigaraki looks at Dabi, then Hawks, then back at Dabi again. “So he was hit by a truth quirk.”

“Obviously,” Dabi growls. His fists are clenching and the heat waves are back. He’s getting frustrated, though Hawks can’t understand why. “And he’s joining our side. He’s going to stay here from now on.”

“He serves us better as a double agent, gathering information from the inside,” Shigaraki hisses, and Dabi’s hands flare blue.

“He’s not going back there.”

“It’s where he’s most useful!”

“Over my dead body!”

“Just because you have fe–”

“I’ll tell you my name!”

Shigaraki stills, all his stubbornness dissipating. For the first time today, Hawks thinks he’s actually listening.

“You still wanna know it, right?” Dabi spits, “Let him stay, and I’ll tell you.”

“Go right ahead,” Shigaraki offers. Dabi looks shiftily around the room, eyes bouncing from Toga to Twice to Hawks himself.

“Just you,” he amends, and brushes past him. “Come on.” Shigaraki rolls his eyes, but still went with him. Once they were out of sight, Toga giggled and squealed.

“Welcome to the family!”

Hawks chokes on air.

“Wh– really?”

Toga shrugs. “I mean, Dabi vouched for you, so I don’t see why not.”

Twice shoots him a thumbs up. “Happy to have you! Fuck off and die.”

“And it’s not like we’re going to let Tomura send you back to the commission! They sound terrible!” A dark cloud falls over Toga's face, and Hawks’s instincts scream for him to back away from the predator in the room. She licks her fangs. “If I ever meet any of those Commission phonies, I’ll cover them in blood!” Then she frowns, a cute pout that leaves no remnant of her former fury. She taps her finger against her chin as she thinks over her plan. “But then I’d make them cute, and they don’t deserve that. Hm.”

“Toga, what are you even talking about?” Spinner asks, as he and Mr. Compress walk in from the hall opposite the way Shigaraki and Dabi left. “And why is everyone shouting? It’s fucking loud.” Compress nods in agreement.

“It’s hard for a performer to prepare for their upcoming act when the green room is in such upheaval.”

Twice nods and gives him a thumbs up. “I didn’t understand any of that.”

Hawks can tell he’s been around the League too long, because, despite the mask, he can tell Compress is rolling his eyes.

“What’s got everyone so irate?”

The truth tickles up Hawks’s throat. “Dabi offered to let me live here and agreed to tell Shigaraki his real name if he let me stay.” Fuck, this quirk never ends.

Spinner and Compress stare blankly at him for a moment (or at least, that’s what Hawks assumes Compress is doing), before Toga chimes in, “Now we’re just waiting for Tomura-chan to cave! Also, Hawks got hit with a truth quirk and shared some of his tragic backstory with us. Don’t ask him any questions, though! He can’t seem to stop from answering then.”

Despite these words, Hawks expects to be bombarded with inquiries. It was one thing for Toga and Twice to accept his arrival, they’d actually seen everything go down. But if he’d been in Spinner and Compress’s shoes, he’d interrogate like there was no tomorrow. So he braces himself for the truth to be torn from him, trying to come up with anyway to justify his past betrayals, just so they don’t kill him immediately and–

“Okay,” Spinner says, and flops down on the couch on top of Twice. Compress primly sits next to him. Neither of them even spare Hawks a second glance.

“Wait, that’s it?” Hawks sputters, “You’re just... gonna let it go?”

“Uh, yeah?” Spinner says, raising an eyebrow at him. “Dabi’s fighting for you, and he hates everyone, so you must really be fucked. Besides, it’ll be nice to have someone else with a mutation quirk around here. Finally, someone will understand how much it sucks to shed.”

Hawks crinkles his nose. “Yeah, molting’s the absolute worst.” Hawks flinches at what he just revealed, but Spinner only laughs.

“Finally! You get it!” He reaches up from Twice’s lap to clap Hawks on the shoulder. “See, this is gonna be great.”

Hawks thinks he might be tearing up again.

“Really? You’re not gonna ask me any questions?”

“Nope!” Spinner says, and Compress looks downright scandalized.

“Prying information from your past without your consent? Heavens no! Magicians value secrects above all else; I would never rob you of yours. Who would even consider such a thing?”

Hawks nearly spills all about how the Commission would absolutely pry everything they can from him, but he’s luckily saved by Shigaraki stomping into the room. The man has his arms crossed and he’s sulking, hard wrinkles in his nose. He growls and glares at Hawks.

“He can stay.”

The room erupts with cheers. Toga is in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as she gushes praise. Twice is excitedly ruffling his hair, and Spinner pokes at his leg with glee. Compress tips his hat to him and Hawks swears he even sees Shigaraki crack a smile. The joy is radiant and contagious and Hawks has never experienced anything like it; yet, he still can’t take his eyes off of Dabi.

He’s leaning against the wall, watching Hawks with an amused smirk. He gives Hawks a wink, but that doesn’t hide the lack of color in his face or the shakiness of hands. Whatever he said really messed him up, Hawks thinks, And he... He did that for me.

Hawks gently slides Toga off of him and stands. He takes a step toward Dabi, then another. He opens his mouth, reaches out a hand, but stops.

What do you say to the person who saved you?

Hawks doesn’t know, so he offers the words that always struck truest with him.

“Thank you.”

For a moment, Hawks gets another glimpse of that open surprise Dabi seems to feel at any affection, but Dabi brushes it away before anyone else can notice

“Heh, just don’t forget you owe me one, birdie,” he chuckles. There is no real weight behind the words, but Spinner nevertheless turns and glares at him.

“I thought we were past the whole ‘making fun of mutation quirks’ thing,” he snarls, and Dabi flounders. Hawks doesn’t really understand what Spinner means, but Dabi seems almost ashamed.

“Sorry, I didn’t–”

“Don’t apologize to me,” Spinner snaps, and tilts his head in Hawks’s direction. “I’m not the one you called a bird.”

And Dabi catches Hawks’s eyes, and Hawks is suddenly sure he’s going to apologize, of all things, and he’s so overwhelmed, not only by this, but by everything that happened today, so he opens his mouth and tells the truth.

“No, no, he doesn’t have to stop, I like it!”

Hawks hates his fucking mouth and the fucking desperation in his tone and every fucking thing about this quirk. Dabi seems positively dumbstruck.

“You do?”

“I...” Hawks’s feathers fluff with embarrassment, and he can feel his cheeks heating up. “I like that you gave me a nickname.”

And, though he may be imagining it, Hawks swears he sees the skin just below Dabi’s eye-scars turn pink.

“Oh.” The word is barely a breath, and it’s one of the best sounds Hawks’s has ever heard.

“Fuck,” Spinner groans, and Toga shouts with glee.

“Pay up boys!” She croons, and Twice and Spinner begin pulling bills out of their pockets.

“I’m very happy for you, you both suck dicks! ” Twice says as he hands Toga a frankly obscene amount of money.

“I don’t understand why the two of you continue to bet against her on such matters,” Compress says, “She’s never wrong.”

“In my defense, this started before she smelled him,” Spinner grumbles as Toga snatches the wad of cash out of his claws. Apparently that’s enough information for Dabi, because he shoots Toga a death glare. Hawks, however, still has no fucking clue what’s going on.

“Uh, I think I’m missing something?”

“Don’t you dare!” Dabi growls. He lunges for her but two Twice’s pop out and grab him. It’s kind of terrifying but Toga just giggles.

“I’m a love expert!”

Hawks stares at her, waiting for her to explain. She beams at him and rocks on her heels. Hawks turns to Compress instead, since he’s the only one whose sanity seems intact.

“Toga can always tell when people are in love,” Compress explains.

“You motherfuckers!” Dabi howls, “I’m gonna burn this whole building to the ground!” He’s smoking at this point, and Hawks can’t help but shoot nervous glances in his direction. No one else seems the slightest bit concerned.

“We believe it’s part of her quirk,” The magician continues, “Something about the hormones making her quirk more effective, and therefore smelling more appealing. So she always knows when two people fall for each other. Therefore”—Hawks can telling, even with the mask, that Mr. Compress is giving Spinner and Twice a very judgmental look—“betting against her on the nature of your and Dabi’s relationship is a rather moronic venture.”

“Wait– Our– Dabi’s in love with me?”

“Fuck!”

Hawks is pretty sure that’s a yes.

God does he love that yes. It couldn’t be more Dabi. And Hawks?

Hawks loves Dabi.

“I have feelings for you, too.”

Dabi stops struggling. He gapes, slowly, opening and closing his mouth as he processes Hawks’s words.

“You- You do?”

Hawks rolls his eyes. “I physically can’t lie, hot stuff.” Now Dabi’s definitely blushing.

“Oh. Right,” Dabi chuckles, and gently pulls away from the clones holding him.

(“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen,” Shigaraki mutters, and Toga elbows him in the stomach)

“Can– Can I–” His eyes flicker to Hawks’s lips and Dabi gets this nervous look on his face. He wants to kiss me. And Hawks would normally tease him over how goddamn chivalrous he’s being but... Hawks can’t remember the last time someone asked him for permission. So it’s really no surprise that he suddenly has his talons dug into Dabi’s coat and their lips are pressed together. Toga wolf-whistles and Shigaraki stomps away yelling about how much he already regrets this, but Hawks is busy memorizing the texture of Dabi’s lips, so he doesn’t really care. Eventually, they have to pull away, and come up for air, and Dabi is actually smiling at him.

“Was that okay?”

And, for once, Hawks doesn’t mind telling the truth.

“That was perfect.”

[gothfoxx]

Bnha prompt where Easerhead is made to look over the income students files and doesn't like how bakuguo looks. So he goes to see himself and sees how he acts and has proof so in the end even after passing both the paper and qurik exam he is turned down. And bakuguo doesn't know the useless deku is in ua until he sees him win the feastal

Ok I can’t sleep so you get yours early!

Mrs Midoriya was a kind woman that loved her friends fiercely but no amount of friendship was worth seeing her baby boy charred and bloodied. She and Izuku had lost their closest friends but they were both able to grow because of it. Inko filed for divorce and Izuku saw that idled idol worship wasn’t going to get him into hero school without a quirk. They both faced ridicule for ‘forcing’ a mark on an exemplar and honored student. It wasn’t the last mark Katsuki got for harming Izuku while they attended the same middle school.

Every year Aizawa had to wade through stacks and stacks of student entry files. The ones that didn’t pass the written exam or didn’t meet the cut off number of points for consideration had already been tossed so all that was left were those deemed qualified for assessment. Which was all just fancy words for these are the kids he and Ken would be picking their next classes from. This year Principal Nezu had added on an interview to the process, one with the student and their guardian and one with their middle school home room teacher. Aizawa knew it was because he had expelled his whole class last year by the end of the first week so this was Nezu’s way around that problem.

Out of 67 candidates Hero Eraserhead had gone to 43 school rooms and homes. His next stop was Aldera middle school where two hopefuls attended. He was curious about the place that produced both a kid as clever and determined as Midoriya Izuku and a kid as brash and tactically minded as Bakugou Katsuki. He was also curious about the missing pages in both of their files, it could have been a fluke but he wasn’t an optimistic man.

The building was nothing to write home about but Eraserhead knew better than to judge a book by its cover, many had done so to him in the past. He counted his luck that he could finish two interviews with one trip once he set foot into the school. It smelled of mildew and the wooden stairs were warped in places, not a good first impression. The teacher who greeted him at the classroom was a middle aged man with a slight hunch and thin hair. “Welcome Eraserhead sir, we are so honored to have you with us today. We don’t normally have students achieve such feats but it’s no wonder with our promising prodigy Bakugou, we are so proud of him!” Praises the Aldera teacher, as he walks Eraser to a seat at one of the desks.

He notes it as odd the man hadn’t mentioned that they had two students in the running for UA and writes it in the notebook he brought for today’s set of interviews. “Yes Bakugou has shown he has the mind and skill it takes to make it at UA but there is only so much a video and an incomplete file can tell us about a child. So that’s why I’m here today. I would like you to tell me about your students today. Particularly Bakugou AND Midoriya.” He drones only putting emphasis on the fact this was for two students, not just one. The cheerful face the man was wear slips into a exasperated one at the mention of the other student. “Oh so he got into General studies did he, well can’t say I’m surprised. He isn’t much be he has a good melon on his shoulders, could probably get into marketing if he wasn’t so hung up on being a hero, that damn Midoriya.” The teacher ponders aloud like it wasn’t just for show. Keeping a straight face and not just calling the man out on favoritism Eraser pushed forward with the interview.

Drawing out the folder for Bakugou first Eraserhead flips to where behavioral records and notes should have been. “Normally a file will have at least a note or two on student behavior so teachers down the line can help curb bad habits or know how to handle a quirk controll issue. Neither student submission had one which seems like an odd over site. What can you tell me about Bakugou’s history with his quirk and other students?” As he spoke the teacher was growing more and more agitated. “He’s a good student, I don’t know what you’ve heard but he deserves to be a hero! Just because he has a slight temper doesn’t mean he’s a bad kid. That bitch and her son just wanted attention! Slandering a prodigy before he gets a chance to shine? It’s absurd.” Rants the hunched teacher, sounding like a politically backwards uncle. Eraser makes a mental note to stop at the office to get another copy of the files.

“That was informative. Do you have any notes on Midoriya’s behavior?” He asks fearing he already knows the answer. “Like I said before the kid is smart but he is constantly garnering for attention. Probably because he’s quirkless and his father ran off. Mess up him and his mother, they accused poor Bakugou of picking fights and using his quirk in public. Absurd, Bakugou wouldn’t ruin his chances on some nobody like Deku.” Aaaand that was all he need to hear. He would be advising Nezu to investigate this place, the building wasn’t the only thing that smelled.

The secretary seemed like a nice and headstrong lady. When he asked to see the original files she pulled them out of a false bottom in one of her cabinets. She must have been waiting for someone to finally see what she must every day. “I was told to lose these as soon as both boys applied to UA. I’ve seen that poor kid come in fine in the morning and then leave covered in marks or limping home.” She whispers quickly, sparkling purple eyes checking for nosy nellies. “My mom is quirkless and the stories she told me are mother compared to what must be happening to him.” He thanks her and discreetly snaps photos of both files. One taking longer because how large it was.

Bakugou’s sheet listen 7 accounts of bullying since the 3rd grade. And that was just against one student, there were many more of one off fights or arguments. No matter what though it painted the kid as an egotistical narcissist with a God complex who was not above physical violence as a first option. Not what Aizawa would call exemplary or promising. Midoriya on the other hand had no official marks but all his teachers before had called him disruptful and attention seeking. He would have to see for himself at the home interview but he might as well get the one he was sure about out of the way.

So...the Bakugou family was dysfunctional to say the least, Aizawa had been forced to not only use his quirk and also restrain the mother after she attacked her son and made several remarks about her wish for him to “just shape up or go kill himself”. Aizawa felt bad for the father he had tried to calm the situation but his eyes betrayed him, the man had known it wouldn’t work. Now Mrs Bakugou was facing charges of child abuse and suicide baiting, both were small charges but she would still serve time for it. For the two Bakugou men the court would probably suggest therapy for ptsd and whatever non-addressed issues Katsuki would probably had ignored in his childhood.

On the other side of the coin the meeting with the Midoriyas was a short and peaceful affair. The notes on the kid’s file were obviously just the teachers discriminating against a kid that was already delt a bad hand in life. He was definitely having Nezu pick apart that school, hire the secretary too for her smart thinking and strong morals. “Well Ms Midoriya I will be in touch with you soon. And Izuku, you’re going to do great things no matter what you choose to do.” Okay so the kid impressed him...multiple times. He didn’t have a soft spot for bullied kids with minds as sharp as their eyes, no matter what Mic says.

-3 months later-

The sports festival was playing on the television at the support house. The little kids were oohing and awwing. It hurt to even listen to as the students all fought for a spot at the top. Katsuki’s therapist had told him “it is okay to be upset about thing like this but the way you show that emotion should help you get the emotions out not bottle them up.” So he was letting himself be mad and sad and holding onto his dad’s hand for comfort. Another thing his therapist had told him was okay, comfort and crying weren’t weaknesses. Some of the kids were cheering now and one typically shy kid shouted “go green boy!” And there was no way.

Katsuki let go of his dad and moved closer to the tv. The smaller kids gave him room to see the screen. Just as he thought, a small bundle of wirely limbs and green hair slung a slab of metal forward on a pile of canisters. The explosion of pink and red glitter launched Midoriya Izuku, the kid Katsuki had thought he had hated for most of his life, past the losers just hopping over the obstacles and into third place. He joined the kids in their cheers, he wasn’t sure what De- Izu had done to win these kids over but to them he was already a hero. They all watched as he used all of those brains that the Bakugou’s recognized and all of the skill they did not to get further and further through the competition. He thinks his therapist will be happy to know that when Izuku was named that year’s Champion that the only things Katsuki had felt were pride, happiness, and anticipation. He couldn’t wait to get better and be able to tell Izuku just how much he saved him.

Okay so a little different than you probably were expecting buuuut I hope you still like it

[myxherokacchan]

OH MY GOOOAAAAADD I LOVE YOU TOO I- YOU- THE IMAGINE WAS PERFECT AND YOU HAVE TO WRITE A SEQUEL LIKE ASAP OMG THAT WAS BETTER THAN I IMAGINED THANK YOU 💕

Finally was able to do another part~! WOOOOOT! 

Spoilers for chapters 80-83!!! ~(‾⌣‾~)

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Bakugou, Katsuki

Shouji came crashing through the forest, panicked and running as quickly as he could, “Bakugou! Todoroki! Light, please! One of you make some light…!!!” he boomed through his mask with eyes wide open. It was the first time any one of them have seen him worked up this badly. The villain still stared down his target only to send a few teeth behind himself to attack the new flesh coming to join the ‘fun.’ Then suddenly a large dark mass came slamming down upon the villain himself, crushing his body into the ground, the sound of a few teeth snapping filling the air. There was so much going on, everyone’s eyes had been darting from one another, the villain and this new—– Dark Shadow!? It was in fact Dark Shadow, but he was huge, much bigger than any normal size Tokoyami has shown the class, what was going on!? “Kaachan!” Midoriya’s voice suddenly screamed out from behind Shouji, he looked utter beaten and exhausted, he must have destroyed his body again because he was being held on his classmate’s back.

“Is that Midoriya, Shouji and…. Toko—?” “GODDAMMIT PLEASE! TOKOYAMI’S GONE BERSERK! MAKE US SOME LIGHT!!” The more the others made sound the more Dark Shadow reacted and when Shouji screamed again, Dark Shadow let out a ear piercing and spine chilling, terrifying roar. The quirk had began to push the trees blocking his movements, desperately trying to attack everything that dared to utter a sound, swiping at nothing blindly while Shouji zigzagged to avoid the qurik’s large grasps, almost getting hit. “He’s attacking indiscriminately…. Let’s hurry and start a fir—?” Todoroki attempted to get up with the limp body he still carried on his own back but Bakugou’s hand being shoved in his face stopped him and his words. Bakugou ordered him to wait, his back still turned to the other, his free hand still gripping onto you tightly, he didn’t want to move too quickly with you being wounded but he had also noticed that the villain that was underneath Dark Shadow began to move again.

“Flesh…. it’s no good….. it’s mine…. my flesh…. no… no good…I cannot allow it!” The creep groaned while lifting himself off the ground by his teeth since his arms were bound in the straight jacket he decided to stay in. “Don’t take these kid’s flesh away from me!” He screamed, sending his skull full of teeth straight for the large quirk.

Who was unaffected by the physical attack, the teeth did nothing to the shadow, “DO NOT MAKE DEMANDS OF ME GOON!!!” Dark Shadow countered, wrapped it’s claws around the villians whole body, Bakugou and Todoroki watching from the sidelines.

“I wanna see this.” Bakugou stated and you looked up at him weakly, catching the wicked sadistic smirk that grew on his face while glaring at the sight before him. Your tired eyes followed his death glare and watched as Dark Shadow slammed this villain against multiple trees, clearing a path through them with the villain body. The sound of the tree’s snapping in half as he did echoed the forest mixing with the villain’s wails of agony before he was slammed into another tree further away from the whole group, it happened within seconds. Bakugou shifted you slightly and your own pain spilled out as he moved you, “c-crap… I gotta stop this, fucking bare with it okay?!” He snapped but he wasn’t upset with you, it wasn’t your fault you were stabbed multiple times, as he finished his statement he moved you again and you cried out loudly, the tears flowing much quicker from your eyes. Seeing you in so much pain, pained Bakugou himself, this he couldn’t do anything about and it made him feel useless, he had to do something to erase this feeling and going to stop Tokoyami would do for now. Bakugou waited for Todoroki to set down the other classmate next to you and the two of them ran off out of your view.

“Y-Y/N!” Midoriya yelled once Shouji moved and he had seen you on the floor, you had passed out from the pain and dizziness of the blood loss, Bakugou came running over. The group had to fill Tokoyami in with what was going on and that the villains were in fact targeting Bakugou. Tokoyami had been trying desperately to talk Dark Shadow down to size but the darkness was too strong and Dark Shadow consumed him. They had come up with a plan to keep Bakugou in the middle of their growing group to keep eyes on him at all times, no matter how many times Bakugou protested! He hadn’t forgotten about you but he did forget just how severe your wounds were, a mistake he told himself as a hero to never do again.

“Watch it! You don’t know where y/n’s hurt dammit!” He pushed Tokoyami out of the way, who had began to pick you up to carry you, his toned arms wrapping around you again when Tokoyami let go. Making sure to avoid the slices in your skin, remembering where each and every wound was because whenever he closed his eyes the picture of your body being attached to Todoroki’s ice wall haunted him. “….You don’t know where…” he murmured again but quietly this time, feeling the eyes on him while he stared at your unconscious face, which was bruised and cut, much like everyone else’s. ‘Why did you jump in front of me you goddamn idiot!?’ He cursed at you in his head while following close behind the group which began to move cautiously onward, your body was pressed closely to his as he carried you bridal style, not wanting to hurt your chest wound further.

“I-I like you!”

Your voice echoed in his head, his eyes growing wide when realization slapped him, “….y-you idiot!” He snapped at you, making the others look back at him with slight confusion of their faces. “H-HAAH?!” he barked back at them, “–mind your own business!” He growled loudly and everyone gave one another blank stares before looking back in front of themselves. “……tch!” He scoffed while looking back down at your face, his eyes focusing on your tear stained cheeks, he didn’t understand why someone would jump in the way of danger of another person like that. He could take on anyone and was proud of his strength, he didn’t need your help.  “I can protect mysel—–” While Bakugou was so focused on you and lost in his mind, he hadn’t even noticed that there was someone behind him until it was too late.

Your eyes fluttered open, staring up at a ceiling you didn’t find familiar in any way, blinking slowly you looked around slowly moving your head, which was heavy, matter of fact your whole body felt heavy. “A hospital..?” Your voice cracked when you attempted to speak, coughing a bit after due to how dry your throat actually was. Since when did you got to the hospital? You were confused and your body ached, then you remembered and looked down at your skin, pulling back the blanket. Your arms moved, they screamed when you moved them but they still moved, they both had bandages wrapped tightly around them where the skin was punctured by the teeth. You moved your hand to pull down the front of the hospital gown staring at the clean bandages wrapped around your whole chest as well, you inhaled largely to sigh out but you immediately regretted it. Breathing calmly was fine, painless but anything that expanded your lungs too much had your chest painfully stinging and throbbing out.

“You’re awake!!” A sudden voice snapped your eyes open, it was Kirishima, who walked into your room suddenly, shocked to see you awake and moving. “Y-Y/N!” he cracked out again, rushing over to your bedside, taking both of your hands into his own, staring worriedly into your own pained eyes. “What are you doing up! Recovery Girl strictly said you need to stay in bed, your lung was punctured and she isn’t done treatment… god you’re insane, manly and brave, but insane… lie down, here let me help you. Are you okay?” Kirishima rambled out his worries, gently helping you settle back down into the pillows while you stared up at him confused. You hadn’t known anything since passing out or waking up, let alone that you needed continuous care by Recovery Girl, the chest wound clearly much worse than you thought. You nodded slightly to Kirishima’s question and stared blankly, trying to wrap your spinning head around something, anything.

“Can I get some water?” you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. He nodded and went to the jug of water left for you on the nightstand, pouring you a glass and extending his arm with the glass in hand. His usually happy face turned upside down. You reached up to grab the glass from the boy, but the question that kept echoing in your head came out. “Kirishima, is Bakugou here too? I want to talk to him…. I gotta—” You were about to explain to Kirishima about why you were so idiotic out there but when the look on Kirishima’s face twisted into so much pain at Bakugou’s name, to the point where it looked like he was about to cry, you stopped talking. Cold, you suddenly felt freezing cold. “K-Kiri…..Whe-Where’s Bakugou…..?”

“……….T-They have him…..”

And with those words escaping the red haired boy, the loud sound of glass shattering against the floor echoed the room, the cup once in your hand crashed to the floor slipping from your fingers that went numb, the water spilling all over the boy’s shoes and legs. The villains have succeeded in capturing Bakugou…..

[franeridart]

Hey hey hey, so I've seen your lack of Bokutoo art (or haikyuu art in general) and at first I was going to comment on it, but then I saw your art theft post and I hope that won't have too much influence on your haikyuu art? Of corse I'm gonna let you post whatever you'd like to post, I just miss it a lot y'know :0

Well. Okay, I’ve talked about this a lot but I understand people don’t just read all my answers and it’s totally my fault for procrastinating on that faq page so let me just go through this again in an as clear way as possible?

I haven’t stopped drawing for hq! As a matter of fact in the last week alone I have posted one, two and three things for that fandom for a total of five portraits and a three panels comic

That said I understand with the rhythm I update this blog you might think “well, that isn’t much at all, is it?”, which, again, is my fault because - even though when compared to most art blogs’ update schedules eight drawing in one week is more than enough - I’m the one who set the rhythm here

The “problem” with hq is that all my favorite characters are currently absent from the manga and there’s no anime airing, while at the same time my other main fandom (bnha) has both an interesting arc going on in the manga AND an anime season airing right now - I hope you’ll understand if my interest at the moment is mostly focused there, that’s a continuous stream of inspiration I have coming my way

To add to that some parts of the Haikyuu!! fandom are being unrespectful of what I post (this includes reposting, treating my stuff as if it were templates for their own art instead of ship/character specific content, honestly unrespectful comments and tags under a lot of my main ships posts and so on) which, you’ll excuse me, but dampens the joy I get from posting art a lot

Moreover, the creative side of the hq fandom is being, at least for what concerns the zones I frequent, pretty damn quiet lately, so I can’t say I get much inspiration from there either

I haven’t stopped and I can’t see in my foreseeable future myself stopping posting stuff for haikyuu!!, and all things considered I don’t think I’m posting too little for it either? Art and inspiration aren’t things I want to force, if I started I would stop finding drawing enjoyable really damn fast and I can’t let that happen - please be understanding, I first and foremost draw for myself, I can’t help it if sometimes I get stuck on one fandom or another

Anon said: Have you seen the latest chapter of haikyuu? I like how they are showing more Daishou. It’s fun to see his reactions and thoughts about nationals! And I will love to see him in your art style.

Anon, my friend!!! I have drawn Daishou in the past! As a matter of fact the last one was just after he appeared again in chapter 251! I love that snake boy a lot, seeing him there made me really really happy haha

Anon said:SAEKO NEE-SAAAAANNNNNN

SHE WAS AMAZING WASN’T SHE OH MY G O D !!!

Anon said:Kirishima and/or Bakugou being good at singing. And then gay happens.

BOI ANON I have drawn these boys singing to each other a whole lot already (like here or here) at this point I would assume you guys were fed up with it hahaha (… can’t say I won’t ever have them sing to each other again, though)

Anon said:DADZAWA IS SO REAL! But I’m actually so amused because Izuku is basically Ron Swanson with his “I can do what I want” permit except Aizawa wrote and signed the permit

No no anon it’s even better because Aizawa wasn’t like “you can do what you want” he was like “you can do only what I tell you you can do and it just so happens that I’m deciding that you can do exactly what you want to do but it’s still my decison” it was amazing lmao I love Aizawa so much poor man

Anon said:friendo, whats your opinion on the traitor kaminari theory? it breaks my heart but it has a good backbone to it?? like in the new chapter, theres a character that looks like kaminari’s dad/uncle/older family member and im worried for my electric baby

I still don’t think Kaminari is the traitor - as a matter of fact, I still don’t think the traitor is any of the kids. If that’s how it’ll turn out to be I’ll be sad about it, for sure, but right now I really, really don’t believe it. It’s true that the Kaminari-is-the-traitor theory is very cleverly worded and super convincing, but a lot of the things in it are really stretched out as far as I’m concerned

ie, taking the weird faces Horikoshi makes him make in the sketches and using them as proof that he’s got a double face? Too far out for me; his original design being that of a villain? Deku’s original design was villain-ish too, no one is calling him a traitor; taking the expression he made when Aizawa told him he could go to the camp and making it sound like he didn’t want to go? Might be believable as long as you don’t take into account the fact that he had just had a conversation with Midoriya in which he told him it was impossible Aizawa would let them go and that Midoriya was just being too optimistic, the “what the actual fuck is this” expression makes a lot more sense in that context; the fact that he makes clever quotes and uses a complex vocabulary used to say that he’s pretending to be stupid is unfair towards the very real possibility of him just not liking studying or thinking things through analytically but otherwise enjoying reading and being fairly intelligent in his own way?? - in the theory it’s also mentioned that it’s weird how during USJ he was worried about an electricity villain overcharging him as if that’s not perfectly normal, having an electricity quirk obviously doesn’t stop him from suffering overcharges, and later during the end of term exam they say it’s “weird” he refused to go all out with his qurik from the start, again, as if that weren’t a perfectly sensible decision in that context (you have to keep in mind that Kaminari is also studying to become an hero, him going “wait a second, maybe keeping on going stupid and putting myself out of commission every time I fight isn’t the right choice” is perfectly in line with him growing up and learning)

Now I don’t have the post open in front of me and it’s been a while since I’ve read it, but most of the theory as far as I get it is based on the idea that Kaminari can’t be lazy and an airhead and might talk without thinking now and again (the Stain comment), but at the same time be clever in his own ways, which just isn’t convincing for me. It’s taking this character’s three dimensionality and making it a plot-hole, why would you want to do that

(on a similar note, the Kirishima-is-the-traitor theory doesn’t convince me for the same kind of reason, it’s all based on the idea that he can’t just genuinely like Bakugou for who he is without having second reasons for it, which is just unfair and cuts too much off the personality of a really good, well written character)

As far as the new villain guy goes, I understand why most of the fandom might be weary and linking him to Kaminari, but we don’t know his color scheme nor his quirk and the pattern on his hair isn’t even a lightning bolt - Horikoshi has had to make up unique designs for a whole damn lot of characters, the fact that one random guy might have something similar to Kaminari isn’t really enough to make him his dad (again, it might turn out to be true, but in my opinion it’s still too early to make theories about it). Also, this guy is from the Eight Precepts. Weren’t you all trying to link Kaminari to the League of Villains? Isn’t the traitor supposedly tied with the League? How many people is this boy working for even

By the way, during the USJ attack the villains had informations they couldn’t have gotten from any of the kids aside from Midoriya (the “they told me All Might was getting weaker” comment) and tbh that’s enough for me to not believe any of the student is behind the informations leak, but all of this is just my opinion

Anon said:Your thoughts on mob psycho 100??

LOVE IT  one of the best anime I’ve watched lately, without any doubts

Anon said: Being a bokuroo artist? More like drawing art but every time someone says brOTP, you get steadily more annoyed, lol - love your art, btw; you have a really cute and fluffy style

Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhh… sadly you kind of grow used to it but it is incredibly annoying and one of the reasons why I’ve been drawing it less, t b h

Anon said:I love the concept of the bakubowl because unlike with other characters where everyone’s like “omf they’re so cute!!” the bakubowl is just “why is he like this. why do we ALL like him for this ffs”

WELP I don’t ship Bakugou with everyone so I can’t say I’m fond of the idea as a whole, and the ships I do ship Bakugou in are with the people that actually do like him for whatever reason (lmao), but I can understand why you’d find it a fresh take on the concept! 

Anon said:Ily your art gives me life

AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!! *O*

[lunnanunna]

Princess

SF9 Extra Member AU

Summary: Miyoung can’t really see over the crowd at the music show. Ft. Ollie and Bao.

A/N: I had fun writing this one. I hope you like it!

Requests are open! And let me know what you think.

Miyoung grumbled to herself as she moved around a bit, looking for the best place to stand. They had just finished a special episode of a music show, and the staff had gathered up all the idols to take a group photo.

Directions were being yelled from the front to have all the shorter groups move forward, and the taller ones move back. Miyoung caught a glimpse of Ollie who winked at her as she followed her group to the front. She stuck her tongue out at the American who pouted, mouthing the word ‘Sorry’.

SF9 was considered a tall group. Hell they may even be one of the tallest groups in the industry currently, with a 6’2” giant to prove it. But Miyoung was small. She was a tiny flower in a circle of trees (Seokwoo’s words, not her’s.) And now due to her height, she wouldn’t end up in the picture at all.

The staff wanted everyone by groups. Made sense. But while Miyoung should have been up front alongside Stray Kids, she was stuck in the back with her giants.

‘Sorry, Mimi,” Youngbin smiled sadly as he stood next to the girl. Miyoung let out a sigh, shoulders sagging. She was admitting defeat.

“It’s fine, Oppa.” She pressed closer to him as more groups walked past them to find a spot.

“The fact that Noona is in heels, and still can’t see is priceless,” Chanhee laughed, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

“Shut up,” Taeyang grumbled just as Sanghyuk slapped the maknae upside the head, all while sporting a smirk of his own at Miyoung’s misfortune.

“Burn. Every last one of you,” Miyoung glared at them, then turned to look forward. Glaring at the back of the idol that stood before her, she ignored the jabs that her members sent her way. Just one photo, and then this would all be over.

“Want me to knock some sense into them?” Miyoung looked up at the voice and saw that it came from the girl standing next to the guy in front of her.

“Pardon?” Miyoung squeaked. The girl who had spoken to her was Bao from iKon, a female rapper who gave off such a badass and scary aura, all while managing to look ethereal while spitting fire. If Miyoung wasn’t mistaken, Chanhee had a major crush on her.

“Yah, Bao. Don’t scare her,” the man next to her said. Bobby. Miyoung had been starting daggers into Bobby’s back. Great.

“I’m not,” Bao protested, then turned to Miyoung, “I’m not. Am I?” Miyoung quickly shook her head no. Bao definitely scared her.

“You definitely do,” Bobby chuckled.

“Well, I’m not trying to,” Bao rolled her eyes. “I’m just offering a bit of help. Seeing as her members are bullying her,” Bao said, directing that part to Chanhee and Sanghyuk who had been listening in.

“I- I uh,” Chanhee sputtered, eyes wide. Miyoung bit her lip to hide her smirk. She’d never seen someone shut Chanhee down like that. Youngbin chuckled next to Miyoung.

“We’re sorry,” Sanghyuk bowed slightly, and that definitely got Miyoung laughing.

“Yah! Now you’re bullying them,” Bobby said exasperated, though he was smirking.

“Miyoung-ah, right?” Said girl nodded her head. “Don’t let them bully you like this. You’re the princess of this group. Make them treat you like one,” Bao smiled at the girl.

“How so?” Miyoung asked. She had never been one to order people around, especially her members. She still kind of felt indebted to them, so being the “princess of the group” never really made it to the front of her mind.

“Well, they’re giants right? I’m sure there’s something that they can do,” Bao said, smirking as Miyoung looked at the boys, who now all were listening in.

“Uh,” Miyoung looked back at Bao, then looked back at her boys. What could she have meant? Youngbin chuckled once again, and Miyoung turned to him glaring, “I don’t suppose you would know?”

“You’ll really stand out,” Youngbin grinned, not even looking at the younger. Miyoung quriked a brow at him.

“I think he’s got it,” Bao said, pointing at Youngbin, who nodded.

“Yah, Bao! Stop causing trouble,” came a new voice. The eldest of iKon made his way over to the rapper, grumbling.

“Lord, can a girl not have fun? I’m not even doing anything!” Bao protested. “I think you should be all set now. I gotta get to helping my princess out,” Bao smiled at Miyoung then turned to Jay who let out an indignant cry as she rested her arm on his shoulder.

Miyoung smiled as Bao walked away, still in disbelief that she had talked to her. Then remembering what Bao and Youngbin both said, she turned to her leader with an expectant look.

“Like I said, it’ll bring attention to you,” he said watching as Miyoung internally battled her options. Not get captured by the camera and stay hidden? Or call attention to herself and be in the picture?

Miyoung had no idea what came over her, (Maybe some of Bao’s aura lingered) but she nodded her head saying, “I want to be in the picture.” Miyoung was going to be a God damn princess.

The leader chuckled as he moved behind Miyoung. “Luckily you wore pants for today’s performance,” he said just as squatted. Miyoung was confused, but not for long, as she felt herself being lifted. Youngbin had placed her on his shoulders.

“Ah, this is what she meant,” Miyoung said to herself. She looked down at her members whose jaws were all dropped, then Seokwoo and Inseong began to laugh, the others joining in.

“Never thought I’d have to look up at Miyoung,” Zuho chuckled, earning a glare from said girl.

“I love that!” came a shout from the front. It was the staff that was going to take the picture. She held a thumbs up at Miyoung, and soon everyone on the stage turned to look at her. Now she understood why Youngbin said that it would call attention.

“That’s my girl!” Miyoung’s eyes widened when she heard Ollie yell, waving her hands at her from the front of the stage. Everyone laughed and cheered at her outburst and at the sight of Miyoung on her leader’s shoulders, hands over her face in embarrassment.

“The princess has finally accepted her crown,” Bao smirked, winking at Miyoung. The vocalist smiled sheepishly at her, the blush on her cheeks darkening.

“Princess Miyoung. Has a nice ring to it,” Youngbin said, giving her thigh a light squeeze.

She giggled, giving his head a kiss, “Thank you, Oppa.” Then smiling, looking up at the staff with the camera ready to take the picture, Miyoung added. “Ya know what? I kinda like it too.”

Miyoung’s Masterlist

[misteria247]

*FLIPS THE NEAREST TABLE*

OMFG IT'S SO CUTE I'M DYING PAPA RAPHAEL AND MAMA MONA LISA WITH THEIR TINY TURTLE BABIES MY BELOVEDS-

Shell Shocked AU

Chpt. 1

‘Open home, Open Hearth’

—

Honestly Raph didn’t know how he ended up with four turtles tucked in his black duffel bag.

Four small, innocent, far-too-young mutated turtle babies. And yet here he was, a pep in his step as he got off his stealth bike and took off his helmet. Gloved hands wet from the rain he had to drive through after popping out of a random portal post mystic-alchemist-laboratory-explosion. He was scratched up and a bit singed but not worse for wear; shaking his jacket a bit for the same reason as he took it off.

He quickly turned back to the bag now seated in the abandoned drivers seat. Opening it he was greeted with eight pairs of eyes staring back at him for a still moment. The snapper of this little quartet opening his jaw menacingly and puffing hisses at him, trying to be as big and deadly as possible for only being no more than a foot or so in probably height.

Raph chuckled, seeing the Slider pop out behind said Snapper. The larger tots attempts to play ‘Big Bad Guy’ failing as he gets shoved to the side by the Box turtle that wanted to join his Slider brother. The Soft shell sticking to the back away from his brothers, curled in and acting as small as possible.

‘Fast kid—‘ Raph thinks as he moves to quickly catch the Slider who seemed to try and jump from the bag.

“Ok ok, time to get you guys inside.” He moved to pull the duffle strap over his head. Trying to not jostle the tots too much as he made his way into the lair. Mona was usually asleep by the time he gets back from his evening patrols.

Same for Leo and maybe Donnie if he was able to get away from his workshop. Mikey usually was the only one to greet him on the way in.

But looks like tonight would be different!

He took note of a paused game on the tv, controller placed on a messy array of blankets and pillows. Yup, Mikey was definitely still awake.

‘He won’t fuss if I take a few blankets though!’ Raph joked in his head as he took a few and placed them on the ground. Arranging pillows to form a loose circle and gently placed the duffle in the middle. Kneeling down and opening the already unzipped bag further, he leaned back a bit to let the four tots take a peak at their surroundings.

“Don’t worry guys your safe. Just gotta get something from the kitchen real quick.” Slowly reaching a hand out, palm up. The Box turtle and Slider quickly pushed towards to try and climb and muzzle their way into his palm. Raph couldn’t sit here and lie, the kids were melting his heart as he gently rubbed the smaller ones cheek.

“I’ll be right back, promise.” Quickly getting up and jogging to the kitchen he took note of the noise coming from it and the smell of coffee.

‘Great, Donnie’s awake. I won’t hear the end of it from him.’ Stepping into the kitchen as casually as possible to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, he heard an intake of breath behind him.

“Geez Raph what the shell happens to you?” Donnie asked. Right, he hadn’t cleaned up the cuts he’d gotten from getting thrown through concrete and glass. He turned and smiled as confidently as possible.

“You should see the other guy! I’m fine Donnie, just a few scrapes here and there!”

“Hey man as long as you’re still standing I count that as a win!” Mikey piped up. He was in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants and had a sandwich prepped on the counter. Compared to Donnie’s nightgown and coffee, he was the picture perfect definition of ‘slacker’.

“See? Mikey trusts me on this, why not you Donnie?” He chided playfully, slowly inching his way out of the kitchen again as he uncapped a cold water-bottle. Thanking his purple brother secretly for putting the case of it in there in the first place. Donnie sighed as he pitched his brow, nose tape in the way as Mikey patted his shoulder, sandwich done as he followed Raph out.

“Please Raph I know that look on your face; you didn’t bring home another stray right?” He stressed, following the two. Raph shrugging his shoulders; not exactly an answer.

“Sooo what did ya’ bring back??” Mikey questioned further just as the three of them stepped out into the living room. Mikey stopping dead in his track and Donnie whined next to him, Raph could practically feel his younger brothers awe and annoyance as they drank in the image of Raphael walking towards four young mutated baby turtles in his duffle bag.

And watched him sit near them, legs bracketing them on two sides.

“Please tell me those aren’t four mutated baby turtles??” Donnie stressed. Mikey practically bouncing on his feet as he moved to quickly set his sandwich down on the steps before following Raph.

“Those are definitely four mutated baby turtles!! Hey littles mans!!” Mikey greeted warmly kneeling next to Raph’s left leg. The tots had sprawled a bit, save for the Softshell and Snapper, who still had his jaws opening and puffing hisses his way.

“Damn he’s got an attitude!” Mikey jokes as he looked behind him to where Donnie had joined in. He had his face resting in a hand, his arm crossed as he wore a worrier expression. Raph sighed, waving a hand Donnie way,

“Relax, I got it handled.”

“Relax? Handled?? Raph you’ve got four mutated baby turtles sitting here in the middle of the lair! And what do you mean by handled anyways?!” Donnie countered, arms outwardly expressing his inner whirlwind of emotions.

He really hasn’t gotten much sleep yet.

For beat there was silence before Mikey suddenly had a lightbulb go off. Looking up from where he had been toying with the Slider he wore a wide eyed expression that quickly grew into a smile,

“You’re keeping them!” He exclaimed, Raph moving quickly to cover his mouth as Donnie was now squatting behind his brothers; Coffee having been placed my the sandwich. Worry lines growing deeper as he sat his coffee down. “You can seriously be considering adoptions these guys Raph?? Where will they stay? What’ll Leo say?!” He fretted.

“Look I’ll handle Leo when he’s up, right now can I just chill out for five minutes? Hello?? Kinda battered and bruised here.”

“And charred man, you got ash on ya.” Mikey moving to lick his thumb and clean Raph’s cheek as the elder pulled away. Always the one to start something; Mikey. Keeping his brother at bay with a hand to his face Raph looked down to the turtles that were staring upwards at he and his siblings. The Slider had moved further out of the bag, Box turtle not so far behind while the Snapper seemed to be inching his way towards the bags edge as well, hissing having stopped.

The Softshell still hasn’t uncurled from where he was hidden. That caused Raph to worry a bit. Maybe he way just tired??

‘Maybe he inhaled smoke??’ Raph worried as he felt his arm give way when Mikey pulled back. Donnie sighed as he inches closer, eyeing the little turtles as three seemed to begin exploring somewhat. His eyes landing on the Softshell’s curled form.

“He hasn’t moved a lot.”

“Yeah I was thinking the same thing.”

“Maybe he’s just cold?” Mikey piped in. He wasn’t wrong, there was a reason why he had brought out a crap ton of blankets and pillows to the couch for the night. Raph shrugged, “maybe?”

With a gentle hand he reached out to it. Avoiding the Snapper and his wide jaws again easily as he gently scooped up the Soft shell. He was cold to the touch for a moment before it seemed to curl even tighter into itself “definitely still alive!” Mikey commented.

“Yeah but cold as shit man, pass me a pillow and another blanket Donnie?” Despite his reservations Donnie complied. Raph resting the pillow between his legs as he now crossed them, passing the Soft Shell on top of it after wrapping him gently in the warm cloth. Still no major movement.

“Try rubbing his back? Usually helps with Leo.” Mikey commented, keeping a hand out to block the Slider from wandering further. Raph, timidly at first, moved to rub the little turtles back. Growing more confident as he continued before-

A squeak. Some face rubbing and finally a small face looking up his way. His face markings gave away the expression of being upset about being awoken. A beat of silence was shared between Raph and his brothers and the little tot before the Snapper seemed to appear at the pillows edge. Making his way up into the center of it, turning upwards at Raph before he hissed again and curled near his smaller sibling. Wiggling in as close as possible despite the others protesting squeaks.

“Ok so he’s a dude with a ‘tude was just tired huh?” Mikey quipped. Donnie hummed in acknowledgment as Raph sighed, turning his attention to where the other two turtle tots should be. Well, were.

“Mikey where are the other kids?” Raph asked quickly before he heard a plate clatter behind the three of them. Turning quickly to see that the Slider and Box turtles had gotten to Mikey’s sandwich, Donnie got up and quickly nabbed his coffee before it could be spilt. “Aww man what?? Come on little dudes not cool.”

Mikey made his way over the clean up as Raph gently set the pillow down on the floor, grabbing the blanket already there and curling it around said pillow to keep it in place. Looking back he could make out the Slider chewing through the cold meat of Mikey’s sandwich and the Box eating the lettuce that was in it as well. Raph made his way over and gentry picked up the two of them; too preoccupied to care about the change in height.

He brought them both back to their siblings, moving the blanket here and there to give them space to eat and shortly after curl up and sleep. Donnie took a sip of his now luke warm coffee before he spoke “So, what are you gonna tell Mona?”

That question hadn’t crossed his mind- well it had but now that he was sitting here with four young lives in his hands, he felt frozen.

“She has to know man—“

“She will. We. We have been thinking about kids recently ya know?” Raph turned to look back at his brothers. Both wearing mildly shocked expressions and sharing a look with one another. The tone suddenly serious for the night.

“Hey look it, if you’re fine with it and it’s something you’ve been gunning for then go for it.” Mikey reassured. Picking up what was left of his sandwich and placing it back on the plate before heading back to his older, red toned brother. Donnie sighed as he joined him too. All three sitting as they watched the little quartet of turtles sleep their worries away.

“How long ago did Mona turn in?”

“Honestly? I’d say an hour or three now Raph.” Donnie commented.

“We can keep an eye on the guys if you wanna wake her? She’s gotta know-“

“I know that Mikey. And I am. Just wanted to be sure.” Raph replied getting up and dusting off his knees. ‘Just gotta wake her first.’

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Raph got up to head to their shared room, turning around quickly though as Mikey and Donnie have a nod and thumbs up as to watching the kids. Quickly making his way down the hall he came to a stop at his and Mona’s shared room for the time being. Quietly he slide the door open, catching the attention of Chompy as he got up and stretched from where he was sleeping on the rug by the bed.

“Hey buddy, don’t be too loud ok? I missed you too.” Raph smiled as the alien turtle trotted up to him, tail wagging and tongue licking his face in excitement. He had grown to around the height of Raph’s knee as the years went on. Raph crouching down to give him chin scratched and head pats as he stole a glance at the bed.

Mona laid there in a sleep tank and loose slacks. Sleeping and buried under a thick comforter pulled over her shoulder and to her chin. It was a sight he could never get enough of no matter how often he got the chance to see it. Getting up and walking past Chompy he slowly sat at the beds edge. Trying his best to not disturb his wife.

Huh, he still wasn’t over that. Not when his heart still skipped a beat even after all these years of being together. He watched her for a moment before reaching out a gentle hand to caress her cheek softly.

Green against blue he inched his face closer, a soft kissed placed in her forehead. “Mona? Y’gythba, babe, hey.”

Raph softly spoke resting his face there for a moment before Mona stirred. Slowly opening a yellow eye as she focused on her scuffed and singed husband. A hum left her as she pulled her head further out from beneath the cover’s.

“Hello.”

“Hey, you with me yet?”

Raph ask as he rested on top of Mona, an arm snaking around him. The tiredness suddenly hit him as he listened to her heartbeat, all the fighting an fretting was suddenly an afterthought as he sought to bury himself in the comforter. Adrenaline leaving him. A finger tapped his shell flatly, “what was it you want now?”

“Hm? Oh, right.” Getting up, despite his bodies protests, he sighed. Now fighting to keep his eyes awake he stretched his arms over his head. Turning to Mona,

“Remember how we’ve been talking about kids recently?” Nice, straight to the point- great job Raph. Mona seemed to be pulled into focus as she looked at him, a hand now resting against her forehead as she had turned to lay on her back.

“Yes, Raph what does that have to—“

“And how I’ve recently been on Draxum’s trail?” Raph pressed further. Mona now was starting to sit up, her face screwed in sleepy confusion.

“Yes. I know about it, but what does this have to do with children Raphael?” She questioned as Raph got up, holding a hand out. Chompy quickly coming to stand by his side from where he had been laying in wait on the floor. “Do you trust me?”

A small tired smile rose to Mona’s face as she took his hand and got up. Towering over him even after all these years. She could still pick him up without a sweat, though now he could do the same to her in return. Raph tilted his head up as Mona rested her nose against his, a sleepy laugh leaving her as Raph quickly stole a kiss from her. Leading her out of the room- only stopping to have her grab a blanket at the end of the bed to wrap herself in and letting Chompy leave the room first.

Making their way towards the lairs main room. It was like no time had pass, his brothers were still on the floor and the kids still asleep. Though only difference now being Mikey now holding the cup of coffee at his side while Donnie seemed to be slouching. Sleep clawing at his form.

‘Big ups to Mikey stealing the coffee.’ Raph remarked. Chompy quickly made his way over to them both, Mikey looking back just in time to slow the alien turtles charge.

“Whoa! Hold it big guy! Very delicate and squishy guys sleeping here!” He laughed as Donnie was started to a more awake state. He turned in a sloppy motion; dazed look on his face and waved at his brother and sister-in-law. “Hey Mona, surprised he got you up.”

“Hello Donnie, why are you still awake?” Mona questioned. She stood a bit worried about the purple turtle as he waved a hand, Mikey turning Chompy Donnie’s way to have the fire breather lick him awake. “Yeah man why you up so late!” He joked as Donnie sputtered at Chompy’s incessant licking and tail wagging.

“I could ask the same of you Michelangelo.” Mona stated plainly, smirking at Mikey as he rubbed the back of his head. A squeak soon came from the pillow between Mikey’s crossed legs. Chompy immediately stopped his assault on Donnie as he turned his attention towards the noise. The Slider was awake and eager to begin his exploring again, quickly making his way down from the pillow as Donnie attempted to hold Chompy back; Mikey quickly picking up the Slider.

“Is that-?”

“Surprise?” Raph awkwardly shrugged, Mona looking back at him in shock before letting go of his hand and quickly making her way down towards the Slider and his siblings. His squeaking quickly lead the others to waking, and now it was a jumble of various squeaks and chirps.

And of course the hissing. Can’t forget about the Snappers hissing. Mona chuckled as Mikey offered her the Slider to hold, who was struggling to sit up as he was laying on his plastron only in Mikey’s hand. He chirped as Mona took him gently, eyes wide and head tilting as she brought him close to her face.

“Hello there.” She quietly greeted. The Slider answering a loud and cheerful squeak, tail wagging as she lowered him and held him close to her body. Raph soon sat beside her and wrapped the blanket more firmly around her shoulders. Mona turned to look at him and shared a warm smile with him.

“They’re so small, he barely fits my hand.” She whispered. Both her and Raph looking down as the Slider squirmed to look at where his siblings were. Box turtle and Snapper were up and on the move their way, Mikey staying still as the crawled over. One hand attempting to keep Chompy from getting too close. “Easy man, they’re too small for you to be roughhousing with ‘em.”

Raph and Mona laughed softly as the Box turtle made his way towards the Slider, Mona quickly picking him up and having him nestle next to his sibling. The Snapper stopped short looking up to stare at Mona, hand resting on her before he climbed over her legs. For once he had his mouth shut— and he’s back to hissing again. Mona raised a brow and chuckled, Raph sharing in it as well as Mona brought a slow and cautious clawed finger to his chin.

Gently rubbing it as he closed his mouth, it seemed as though the little fighter was attempting to stay awake. He was failing though as his body seeming to go lax, eyes closing as a tiny rumble came from him. As soon as Mona pulled her clawed finger away from his chin he seemed to wake up suddenly and pull back, hissing again. “You’re just tired aren’t you?”

The snapper sat back, staring up Mona and Raph. He closed his mouth and slowly, sleepily and grumbling small little noises, made his way to his brothers pile in Mona’s arms.

“Three down, one left.” Raph commented as he looked up to the pillow between Mikey’s legs. Before long a squeak came from the Softshell, the last one of the bunch poking his head out from between the blankets. A disgruntled look sat on his tiny face as the Box turtle gave an answering squeak from where he was buried under the sleeping Snapper and wriggling Slider. He shuffled and uncurled himself from the blanket, huffing as he fell on his butt on the cold concrete and made his way over. Mona, pulling a hand from where it was sat under her own blanket helped him up and over to his siblings. A perfect set. She rested her hand on his back, a soft ‘churr’ coming from him as Raph leant his head on her shoulder, looking over into her lap. A perfect little family.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think. We should find a place for these four to sleep for the night.” She answered softly, the little tots finally settling in and sleeping. Before anyone could comment a light snore was heard. Mikey, Mona, and Raph turned to where Donnie was now laying on the floor, one arm flat and the other resting where Chompy’s head was laying in his chest; asleep as well. Mikey wore a smug look, “Knew taking that coffee away would work. He hasn’t slept in like, two days.”

“Good. Mikey that means you’re taking him to his room.” Raph stated as he helped Mona up. Being careful of the precious cargo she held and picked up her dropped blanket as Mikey started protesting.

“Man! Why me?” He whined.

“Because you like to brag about being the muscle now, time to prove it man!” Raph joked as he followed Mona out. Chompy, now awake hearing his owners leave scampered off after them. Leaving Mikey to huff as he easily slung his brother over his shoulder and followed his family out. It took the two a moment, finding a box big enough to hold four turtles that took up a decent amount of arm space, even then they couldn’t find one suitable enough.

“We could just have them sleep with us for the night, until we find something for them tomorrow?” Mona suggested.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just one night, and it’s late. And you need to clean up.” She stated. Putting a knee to the bed as she gently let the boys fall into the sheets. The Slider quickly letting himself sprawl out, followed by the Softshell making moves to bury himself in the sheets to find warmth. Mona smiled at the sight, turning to look at Raph as he seemed lost for words. He caught her gaze and shared her smile

“We’ll be here waiting, ok?” Mona reassured.

Later that night after he was showered and bandaged and in sleep pant Raph came back to the sight of Mona and, his now hopeful, sons sleeping peacefully in bed. Slowly, making his way past a sleeping Chompy, he carefully made his way in bed. Laying on his front he turned his face to look at Mona and the little tots. All of them sleeping soundly here, safe and warm. With one arm tucked under his pillow he gently brought a hand out to the closest tot, gently bringing a finger to rest against the Sliders shell.

This right here, this felt like the final piece to something Raphael hadn’t dreamed of having before. A family all his own.

Yes tomorrow he’ll have to explain to Leo why he went out for a ‘patrol’ and came back with four new family members but none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was Mona, the kids, himself, and the shared space they held in their little corner of the universe. He’d grip this tightly and never let it go.

Softly the Slider turner Raph’s way and seemed to nuzzled closer to his finger.

Yeah, he wasn’t gonna let this go. Not for a long, long time.

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